Sultry MemoriesGreetings. I am an Explorer of many worlds. Mother Gaia is rich with spices and flavors, and Eden is a bountiful harvest of luscious fruits. From the Sweet Chiles of Peru, bedded in the cool Andean soil, mysterious Indian peppers meant to disguise the raw corruption of disease, Nutmeg of the Molaccas to protect from the plague, the bittersweet warmth of Cinnamon; the purity of virgin Olive Oil. From these experiences I have acquired many forms. But I am the Seed of the Pomegranate, Nectar of Hades, Ambrosia of the Elysium. I am the passionate flame in the sunken abyss, the spark of sinful delight, the Incubus and the Heartbreaker, in each form I take. I am dangerously polite and charismatic, I am a deadly adversary. I do not "cyber"--I make love. I am Master and Mistress, Dominator and Dominatrix; Sexless; Diabolically Desirous Deity Devourer. I shall consume... But only one.
I am the Doktor Krakken, PhD in Necromancy, Scourge of the Devil, Tsar of Russia, Champion of Tokugawa, Red Terror, Lich Bane, Clockwork King, Hell's Angel, Son of Satan, Aide to Augustus Cesare, Sponsor of the Brethren, Ancient Father. I have been called many things, but for whom do I represent? I am sent to punish the wicked evildoers, to banish the rogue spirits, to vanquish the Upper World from the reaches of the Nether. I am the servant of Hades on this Earth, and do as he so bids my command. I summon the Demons of the Nether to my aid, resurrect the spirits of fallen comrades to eradicate the servants of the Demon King who interfere with matters on the surface, and to stop the insidious Dracomancer Balthasar from conquering the multiverse.
Tis' I! Hail Lord Balthasar, he who is the Black Dominator, the Demon Prince, he who is wicked in all manners of the Dark Arts, he who strives for unparalleled and unquestioned power over the living and the dead, whom twists the very air around him with the stench of sepulchre, an aura of the murky depths of the Nether--He is a charmer, a devious seducer of women, diabolical in his manipulation and terrifying in his disposition, luring with tantalizing sin, Caller of demons as Nictus, Baal, and Cthulhu, High Priest of the Brethren's cult, full necromancer and certified Master of the Void; he with scorching temper and indomitable mind, he with Death's icy touch and iron grip, who commands even the mightiest dragon to his direction, Unopposed, Undisputed, Unconquerable; Malicious and Vicious with a biting edge, double swords of Stymphalian Talon and Promethean Blood, Scarlet eyes burning with ignited passion, his long cape curling like tendrils of smoke, with fists of Satanic Flame; He who is known as Lord Balthasar reigns the Nether supreme! Welcome, children, to my little section of Hell.
I am the Mistress Troika Luminescent, the Master Troika Luminos, the Shapeshifter, Oread of the Carpathian Mountains, Oracle of Delphi, Fallen Lover and Terrible Beauty. I am morbidly delicious, destitute, and pallid with squalor, rich with seduction.
I am the Widow Arachne, the Tarantula Queen, the Toxic Dominatrix, spirit of the forest, Hunter of the Night, Endless of Patience, but Eager to Begin.
I am Bargul, Irish Warlord, Pyromancer, Chieftain of the Werewolves, Primal, Animal, Hunter. I am your last words.
Je suis Estrella, Magnificente, la Belle Femme Fatale. I am a Shoggoth, Mother of Serpents, Amalgam of Beauty.
...I am Ryan Gainey, the Author, the Playwright, the Poet, the Actor, the Singer, the Dancer, the Percussionist, the Artist, the Scientist, the Renaissance Man--But, NOT the Gardener, Ahaha. And not too famous. There's the humility. -smiles- I am a nice man, actually, quite chivalrous. I simply have a dark and vivid, twisted imagination. I enjoy writing, obviously, and much along the lines of my occupations, but I am many other things as well, including a competitive gamer. Do not hesitate to ask questions; I'm sure you've plenty, either in regard to further detail of my primary characters, or as to my own person. Of course, this is merely an introduction.
-He laughs, a deep, thundering sensation trembling through the ground, and wraps around himself his trusted druid cloak, concealing his sharp features, masking his smile beneath his cowl, as he blends into the shadows, nothing but a silhouette, and then but a faint coil of smoke twirling in the murk-